The hollow sky is red 

The race is on 

Faces are all dead 

The race is on 



It's just a matter of time! 



Bedrooms are tombs 

Cradles are coffins 

Tears I cannot shed 

A matter of time 

A matter of slugs 

'Til the rats are fed 



Who examines the doctors? 



I'm the hollowman 



It's just a matter of bullets 

In hollow brain 

As I wander slowly 

Thru bullet rains 



My hollow eyes 

Are staring down the hole 

Jesus, Satan, Hitler 

Bought my soul 



It's rotten and sour 

But it's inside of me 

I've got faith in the end 

But you just can't see